Silent as the hills as from the time where hills exist not in my soul but in the world, before my eyes could see, or I could feel. Silent as the songs that never were, from days that had gone by in a whirl, as fast as the thoughts that travel through my lonely mind to become all I thought was real. Lonely as the northern star before man had put forth his soul afar to count the lights and notice too the glittering millions in the blue. Lonely as the first rays on the sea when morning light wake nobody, when branches in the swaying wind play shadows untouched by human whim. Untouched as the pristine snow that I thought had covered heaven, Untouched as dreams untold Nestled in sleep's Dream Kingdom. Untouched was humanity's deepest sorrows of love undone and pain tenfold, of dull tear-filled tomorrows where dreams would fade and terror grow. Fade as the world fades now, rushing past the requiem, silence bows. In between eternal time We come to exist for a moment's show, Before and after existence is just another dream that ebb and flow, unknown, unseen, unfelt, until we think to see and learn to feel.